From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 402 The Wall of Death

In the desolate cosmic zone, in the eternal darkness, a few stars suddenly shone, only to fade away in an instant.

"Is this the right spot?"

A hidden frequency circulated in the darkness, causing several other frequencies to be generated.

"This is the place. This is the location where Apophis and we agreed to meet."

"Then let's set up the hyperspace generator here."

"Agreed."

After a brief exchange, the frequency gradually disappeared, and the void fell silent once more.

In the darkness, only the first few starlight points lit up again, flickered a few times, and finally disappeared into the depths of the void.

Shortly after they left, several more flashes of spiritual light appeared in the darkness.

An eerie laugh echoed through the space, seemingly mocking, creating an ominous atmosphere.

"Heh, they believed it, they believed it."

"It's fun, it's fun!"

"Everyone, focus on your tasks... at least hold back your laughter until the mission is complete."

"Report, this is too difficult!"

The red figure couldn't stand it any longer. The spear in his hand transformed into a whip, lashing it fiercely at the laughing blue birdman.

"Get to work!"

With a smirk, the mutated sky flapped its wings and flew to the spot where the starlight had just twinkled, scanning the entire space inch by inch.

The other three figures didn't just stand by and watch; they each found a spot and started scanning.

Every weak point in space, every anomalous spatial constant, is exposed under their scan.

They found every hyperspace generator, these invisible contraptions hidden in the crevices.

"It was definitely the work of mechanical gods; they are the most skilled at making these kinds of machines."

The mutated sky put on its glasses, grabbed a small metal box with its wings, and adopted a posture of careful observation.

"This is the endpoint setter for the hyperspace route," Mordy skillfully disassembled the metal box, examining its internal structure. "Its internal settings have already been adjusted, so do not make any changes to it."

Hearing him say that, Zhi Futian looked at the small box in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and put it back in its place.

"Shouldn't we take this opportunity to do something with it?" Blissful Heaven said listlessly, turning the box around.

"There is only one thing we need to do, and that is to set up a warp trap here, connecting this space to the warp."

Modi said calmly, "If you modify the generator settings, I'll set the coordinates of the other end of the trap to your domain, so you can experience the passion of a mechanical god."

Bliss's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the box.

"Tsk, heartless man." He curled his lip and put the box back in its place.

The hyperspace generator returned to its original position, and the four gods dispersed around the boxes, beginning to set up warp traps.

The singularity was buried, and two different dimensions were stitched together. The subtle traces that were produced during this process were eventually erased by the altered heavens.

"This is the last node."

With a flap of its wings, the monstrous alter celestial body smoothed out the discordant spatial distortions, restoring the entire space to its original state.

"They won't find out, will they?" asked the stagnant god.

"You're questioning my professionalism," the blue-feathered bird glared at him disapprovingly. "Even if your garden exploded due to excessive septic gas, I wouldn't be able to detect it."

A cross protruded from the head of the stagnant creature, as if it wanted to pry open the bird's head and pour thick soup into it.

Just as they were about to do so, a red figure forcefully inserted itself between them, separating them just as Liu Bei had separated Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.

"Alright, now is not the time to fight. If you want to fight, wait until the war is over, then go back to the warp and fight to your heart's content."

The two glared at each other, deciding to give Modi face and settle the score later.

"That's more like it. Phew, my face-saving fruit really works."

Modi nodded in satisfaction and walked away from the trap without looking back.

Once they were far enough away from the trap, he and the three gods retraced their steps and returned to the position built by the Demon God of Death.

The Wall of Death stretches across the vast expanse of space, boundless above and below, and endless to the left and right, dividing the space in front and behind and blocking all transdimensional routes leading to the other side of the wall.

In front of the wall lies the metal domain of the mechanical gods, while behind it lies the stronghold jointly built by the demons of death.

They separated all the parts corrupted by the metal realm through the wall of death, and looked out over the wall from their enemies.

In theory, mechanical gods could not possibly cross the insurmountable barrier of the Death Wall and launch a large-scale invasion of the Realm of Death, unless someone was willing to act as their inside agent.

Clearly, Apophis was the inside man chosen by the leaders.

"Ugh, this damn wall!"

Outside the Dead Wall, a blue bird was speeding through the hyperspace channel. Just as it was about to reach the edge of the Dead Wall, it couldn't stop in time and crashed into the wall.

"Caw!" Its entire bird instantly shattered into a blue mist.

The Heaven of Stagnation and Corruption that followed managed to stop smoothly, but it collided with the Heaven of Bliss that was even further behind.

"What a pair of star-crossed lovers," Modi, who was trailing behind and stopped just in time, remarked.

"Go eat manure with your lover!"

The Blissful Heaven reappeared, and said in a fit of rage.

Modi ignored him and walked straight to the wall, knocking on it as if knocking on a door.

The Wall of Death began to vibrate rhythmically, and the deathly aura clinging to it rippled like the sea.

Moments later, their identities were verified, and an opening appeared in the wall of death, allowing them to pass through the severed hyperspace passage.

The four gods did not linger outside for long, and one by one they crossed the channel. The wall of death closed itself after they passed through.

"So? Did they take the bait?"

As soon as they returned behind the wall, a familiar voice rang in their ears.

Modi turned his head, looked at the massive ship that was flashing its signal lights at him, and nodded.

"They've taken the bait."

"That's good." The signal light flashed, and the ship's hull didn't stay there for long before heading elsewhere.

After the Death Star, the Deathbird also joined the fray.

"If you're also asking about the trap setup, then I can give you a definite answer."

Before speaking, Modi spoke first.

"But you're mistaken. That's not what I wanted to say." The spirit fire in the Deathbird's eyes flickered. "I want to confirm with you, is there really nothing wrong with your dimension?"

"Can it really trap at least half of the mechanical gods, including the Doomsday Precursors?"

"The calculation results are like this," Modi shrugged. "Besides, there are still many areas that can be optimized. Overall, trapping them shouldn't be a problem."

"But that's on the condition that you jailers" can hold out during the riot until we return to reinforce them. "Can you do that?" He asked.

After a moment of silence, Modi said firmly, "We will win."

It would have been better if he hadn't said that; once he did, the Deathbird lost confidence and looked troubled.

An awkward silence fell over them as they stared at each other, neither of them speaking.

"Waaah"

The Wall of Death trembled violently, and a resounding whale song echoed within the Abyss of Death.

Relying on information waves of a specific frequency, a demon with the upper body of a whale and the lower body of a snake issued a warning to everyone.

He warned them that signs of the enemy had appeared ahead of the Wall of Death.

Almost the instant He issued His warning, the tremors of the Wall of Death intensified, and now everyone knew something bad was happening, even without being warned.

"It's time to get down to business," Mordi said, beckoning to the other group of demons to join him in entering the subspace to prepare for receiving special guests.

The three gods followed closely behind, and before long, some of the Death Gods were gone from behind the Death Wall.

"They've gone to the subspace." The Deathbird looked around, then casually reached out with its bone claws into the void, and with a burst of spiritual fire, the spear landed in its hand.

"Let's go."

The wall of death writhed, forming a one-way passage that allowed passage from the back to the front, for the demons of death and their retinues to pass through.

The first to clash were the demon god's followers, including his apostles and his subordinate forces.

Throughout the battlefield, countless warships charged into battle, and a single salvo could destroy tens of thousands of ships.

The damaged artificial intelligence keeps trying to restart, and the nanomachines and living metals work desperately to piece together the shipwreck time and time again, bringing these scrapped ships back to the battlefield.

Not to be outdone, the necromancer's prayers caused the warship wreckage, now space debris, to glow green and reassemble like joints, transforming into a series of bizarre necromancer creations.

Both sides did their utmost, making a ten-dollar effect out of a single penny. Various wrecks shone and radiated heat in their hands until they were completely destroyed.

This was just the initial probing at the beginning of the war. After the probing phase ended, both sides unanimously brought out weapons of mass destruction.

The fleet that was fighting tenaciously one second was wiped out by an unknown weapon the next, leaving a huge void without even a trace of wreckage.

The hole was quickly filled by the reinforcement fleet from the rear, and then the same scene repeated itself.

The first wave of ships that charged into battle were all lost, not a single one was left, and then the second wave of ships filled in, creating a complex and intertwined situation.

From time to time, a fleet would gain the upper hand in a certain area, but this advantage would not last long before it was driven back by the enemy forces that had just been mobilized.

The war was locked in a prolonged stalemate, both between fleets and between apostles.

Whether it was the AI ​​apostles of the mechanical gods or the apostles of the demon gods of death, they all gave their all without holding back, and didn't even consider whether they could survive this war.

For the apostles, as long as the demon god above them is still alive, even if they die in battle, they can spend some time recovering after the battle.

The apostles, who were determined to die, had become a desperate army. Although it is said that a desperate army is bound to win, their respective enemies were also desperate armies. In the end, it was still up to their strength to prevail.

Apostles who are higher in the sequence can generally suppress those who are lower in the sequence, but there are always exceptions.

The support of the fleet, as well as the strength of the demon god behind it, will all be influencing factors.

"Your fleet is as insignificant as ants, but my fleet is as divine as gods."

The mechanical sound echoed across the surrounding public channels, and every Apostle of Death who heard this provocation was furious, yet helpless.

The one who launched the trash talk offensive was a Silent Apostle, belonging to the Mechanical God Silent King, and was the first apostle in his ranks.

Being ranked first in the sequence, this apostle can be considered a powerful figure among the immortals.

However, no matter how powerful He was, He was nothing more than an apostle attached to a demon god.

When the Deathbird's fiery spear pierced through the air, it heralded the fall of the Silent King, and this powerful apostle also met his end.

As the saying goes, "when the tree falls, the lake scatters," and for this powerful apostle, although he wouldn't die along with the Silent King, he would inevitably be affected, and his power would plummet.

This gave the apostles who were besieging Him an opportunity.

In just a few seconds, the Silent Apostle, who had been shouting on the public channel, fell completely silent.

This was not an isolated case on the vast battlefield; many more apostles had to be buried with the demon gods behind them when they fell.

Among them, the one who killed the most enemies was undoubtedly the Deathbird. With its spear of spiritual fire, it killed more than one demon god and caused the mechanical gods that were besieging it to retreat in defeat.

"With the Doomsday Herald gone, I am invincible!"

The Deathbird laughed wildly, its spiritual flames burning fiercely as its emotions surged.

"So you know that with your level of skill, you're only fit to be cannon fodder in the Battle of Sunset."

As a remnant of the fallen dynasty, what storms hadn't he weathered? This group of newly risen young demon gods were no match for him at all.

Of all the mechanical gods, only the molten iron planet was worth considering; even if all the other demon gods attacked together, they could only suppress it.

"Apophis... Apophis isn't here at all."

The Lord of Steel glanced across the entire battlefield but couldn't find Apophis, only then realizing that they might have fallen into a trap.

"The numbers don't match up. There are fewer Death Gods, and the four newly born Demon Gods and the Lord of Evolution are not here either."

After conducting a round of calculations, the Lord of Steel reached a conclusion.

"Tell the pioneers we're in trouble... Sure enough, we've lost contact."

All the messages sent disappeared without a trace, as if something had blocked their connection.

He was familiar with this situation; He had encountered a similar situation during the previous Ascension War.

"It's the warp," He concluded. "They've fallen into a warp trap."

Now is not the time to consider whether Apophis betrayed them or not; they must find a way to turn the situation around.

Retreat? This option was immediately rejected by the Steel Lord as soon as it appeared.

Retreat would mean utter defeat, with no chance of a comeback, and would also be a betrayal of their comrades.

Those mechanical gods who have penetrated deep behind enemy lines might be on their way back, and perhaps... they can tear apart the enemy's ambush?

In the blink of an eye, the Steel Lord steadied his thoughts.

He chose to trust his companions, even though it went against his usual rationality.

"Hold your ground until they return."

After issuing such an order in the command channel, He gave the grinning Deathbird a deep look, and the latter, noticing His gaze, returned it with a spear of spiritual fire.

boom!

The spear of spirit fire pierced through the metal armor, escalating the intensity of the war once again.